mattykinsel  asked:

Was any first nations land ever stolen by the government? It's weird to think about historically because the treaties were mutual and signed by both parties right? They agreed to it. But the govt also created Canada without the consent of indigenous peoples either so like. But maybe that was stipulated in the treaties anyways because it wasn't their land anymore, you know? So like idk here ...

All of Canada exists on stolen land either directly stolen or through broken treaties. Even on unceded territory Canadian governments continue to use indigenous lands without consent. Kinder Morgan’s oil pipeline goes directly through unceded FN territory in BC.

And, yes the government of Canada is responsible for this land theft.

Kent Monkman | Study for Black Robe. 2017

Monkman captures many scenes in his more recent work of the stories behind the abduction of Indigenous children by the Canadian Government and Christian religious leaders across Canada during the over 100 years that Canadian Indian Residential Schools were functioning, as well as the decades that saw Indigenous children removed from their homes and placed into foster programmes against the will of their parents–titled the ‘sixties scoop’.

July 1st 2017 marks the 150th birthday of Canada. It is important to think on what 150 years actually mean in this context.  What we are ‘celebrating’ and whose voices and experiences are still being denied a platform.

Canada 150 is a celebration of Indigenous Genocide, of Colonization, and of Broken Treaties and Promises.
This Is What it Looks Like to Live Without Running Water in America
When most people imagine life without clean water, they think of places like Sub-Saharan Africa or South Asia - communities that barely resemble their ow...

This is one of the many examples of material deprivation of Indigenous communities in the US, who also suffer from high rates of lack of electricity, no or substandard housing, violence from non-Native communities, etc.

Things like this are why I don’t trust the UN, where the US, a racist Settler colonialist state that continues to perpetrate genocide against and deny the land rights of Native peoples, and which has broken every single treaty it has ever made with Native nations, has a permanent seat on the security council.  The UN has also willingly come along with US genocides and colonialism abroad as well.  I don’t think it will do anything effective, other than pointing out problems to the public it is totally toothless when it comes to actual enforcement due to its very structure.

Moffat - A Good Writer Goes To War

Series ten was the first series after the political tantrum that was the year 2016 - and while Moffat has never exactly been shy to let his position show, this year he and the team around him left no room for misinterpretation: Who we are is where we stand - and where we stand is somewhere to your left. Far, far away from fascism and bigotry. Doctor Who is and always will be a celebration of the diverse, an encouragement for the curious, and a tribute to the young. 

Keep reading

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 12.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you 

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

 Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 13 

You weren’t surprised when after appearing you found yourself in the middle of a forest, you didn’t know where you were, the only thing you could assume was that it shouldn’t be too far away since the sensation of dizziness wasn’t as strong and somehow being in a forest seemed logical for some reason, maybe in your head you had formed the idea of witches and warlocks not living in the city. You started walking, following Taehyung and Jungkook who were at the front as they shared few words, Yoongi, Jin and you were a bit behind, walking quietly, so much the only sound you heard were your boots with each step you took as all of them moved with absolute sigil. You were the only girl but suddenly you didn’t feel that graceful.

-They will hear us from miles with me walking like this, sorry- you murmured.

Yoongi shook his head giving you a look that meant that didn’t matter.

-Don’t pay attention to it Y/N- Jin said with ease but as you turned to look at him you saw a bit of tension in him, was he nervous? why would Jin be nervous?

You gave Yoongi a questioning look but he just kept walking without saying anything, or giving anything away with his expression, as usual. Yoongi had a pretty cold face, not very expressive unless he was angry which you could tell when it was too late to not get in his bad side.
You were in between both of them not really knowing if you should talk and ask things as you would usually do or if you should keep your mouth shut, judging by their faces you decided for the latter, now that you observed them well they all were tense, even Taehyung and Jungkook walking in the front were pretty alert, they talked but you saw how they were constantly looking around, or how Taehyung graced the grip of one of his swords a bit too often. You looked at Yoongi too who had eyes on the front but you also saw the shadows starting to slid from him, slithering to the ground and you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t aware of them already.
You heard a whistle and your heart skipped and your stomach dropped with adrenaline, Taehyung halted in the front whilst Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi closed around you.

Keep reading

feelingsandopinions  asked:

I LOVE the chancellor Obi-Wan series! I reread it all the time because tortured Obi-Wan is great, but his personal hell of becoming a politician while preventing everything is even better. But that last line, wow. Why do I get the feeling the assassination is going to happen while Skyguy and Snips are away? But would that mean that Obi Wan gets to show off all his amazing jedi moves in front of the Senate? And remind them he's The Negotiator but also a superb fighter???

Anonymous said:
Im suddenly thinking of imprompto skydiving when the next assasionation attempt goes off in Bail’s office. Unless it is poision or toxic chemicals.

Anonymous said:
So, SC Obi has had two attempts on his life so far? Only two? No others getting caught before they get to Obi? One of Palps assassin plans interrupted by some other opportunist who fails miserably (and then more Palp-is-suffering?) Or frustration on the investegators parts at these unrelated to the first two attempts?

I wouldn’t think that two assassination attempts warrants an “only”, considering what a short time Obi-Wan has been in power. It is, in fact, a huge amount of attempts. After all, a lot of political leaders have gone their entire careers without a single assassination attempt. ;)

So here we are! An update! Finally! Assassination attempt #3!

I’ve had the text finished-ish for some time, but I’ve been editing and editing and editing until I now. Shout-out to my girl @dendral for looking it over so I could stop banging my head against it! 

This ficlet ended at a whooping 5.7k, so hopefully it will feel worth the wait.

WARNING: this story contains the aftermath of an explosion, as such there will be some descriptions of injuries caused by it, mentions of death, as well as the contemplation of death and dying

If there’s anything you think i missed in my warning, I’m sorry, just let me know and I’ll fix it.

Here we go!

Obi-Wan thinks back to the previous night. He slept well, knowing that Master Yoda was watching over him, though he cannot help the feeling of shame that washes over him. He shouldn’t need Master Yoda’s help like this. He’s dealt with his prescience since he was a child, he should be used to it by now.

He tries to accept the feeling and let it go. He knows that Master Yoda would likely smack his shin with the gimer stick and say something about there being no shame in needing help, and how asking for it shows greater wisdom than breaking your back trying to carry all burdens on your own.

The thought almost makes him feel a phantom ache in his shin, and he smiles. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Obi-Wan turns back to the matter at hand.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

52 with harry please? I love your writing btw!!

awwh thanks you’re sweet ☺️ this is slightly based off of twilight, kind of like a jacob with renesmee storyline but different, so i hope you like it x

Originally posted by harryesque

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

When (y/n) was born Harry didn’t expect her to be the one he imprinted on. But it happened, and there was nothing he could do about it. Though it was weird, (y/n) being a baby and all, imprinting it wasn’t just falling in love with someone. It meant protecting them with your life, keeping them out of harms way, and doing whatever it took to make sure they were always okay. It meant caring for them with all of your heart. And that’ how Harry felt about (y/n). It wasn’t in love with her as a baby, but when we imprinted he saw a vision of her and him as she grew up and what type of woman she would become in the near future. And that was what he would eventually fall in love with.

Niall was Harry’s best friend, and Harry and Liz had a past that only they knew about. Back in school, Liz and Harry both had feelings for each other and went out on one date, but Harry knew his friend had feelings for her as well, so it ended there. Liz was still hurt by the fact that Harry ended things abruptly and without explanation other than “I’m not ready for something like this right now.” But she never let it show whenever Harry and Niall hung out, which was a lot.
Liz and Niall had been together for two years, through junior and senior year, and when they first got together Liz found out Niall was a vampire. Shortly after that, she learned Harry was a werewolf. She didn’t believe it at first, until she saw Harry get into an altercation with one of his friends and they both turned into werewolves. But she got slightly used to after a while, realizing that her life would no longer be normal, and she asked Niall to turn her. He wanted to be married to her first, and when she saw that her begging and pleading for him to do it sooner wouldn’t work, she agreed to his terms. They got married shortly after graduation, and on their honeymoon when Niall was hesitant to change her like he promised, they ended up pregnant before he could. It was supposed to be impossible, but it happened. And when the werewolves found out that Liz was pregnant, and could die from it, and that Niall had broken the vampire/werewolf treaty, they decided that they had to kill the child if it did end up killing Liz. And when the day came for her to have (y/n), she did end up dying during labor. Niall tried turning her, but it was too late.

Or so they thought, but when Liz woke up days later as a vampire, things turned around. Niall went from feeling like he no longer had a reason to live, to having two reasons to. And Harry found out that he had one too. But when the wolves tried to come after (y/n) and Harry went against his own tribe to protect her, they realized that something had happened. Niall read Harry’s mind and his thoughts had confirmed Niall’s assumption.

“He’s imprinted on (y/n),” Niall told Liz incredulously. “They can’t harm her.”

Liz’s eyes got wide. “You’re kidding…”

The wolves eventually backed off, retreating into the woods. Harry calmed down, turning human and running inside to change out of his torn clothes. When he came back out of the guest room of Niall and Liz’s place, Liz glared at him.

“Please tell me you didn’t imprint on our daughter.” Liz demanded.

Harry exhaled. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“She’s a baby, Harry! Your best friend’s child!” Liz raises her voice. “What kind of twisted creature are you?”

“I can’t help it!” Harry tried. “It’s not like I’m in love with her. At least, not yet anyway.”

Niall clenched his fists by his sides. “I know you can’t control it, but my daughter?! Of all people it had to be her?”

“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are.” Harry put his hands up in defense.

Before anyone could say more, they heard (y/n) crying from the nursery. Harry went to go see if she was okay, but Liz pushed him to the side. Harry stumbled, Liz’s vampire strength stronger than he anticipated.

“I’ve got her,” She spat, walking back to tend to her child. As Liz walked away, Niall gave Harry a judging look.

“I really am sorry, Niall. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.” Harry said remorsefully. “I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.”

After a moment of thought, Niall spoke up. “There is something you can do, actually.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Name it and I’ll do it,”

“Swear to me that you will never pursue a relationship with (y/n).” Niall proposed.

Harry hesitated, but eventually obliged.
“I swear,”


It was (y/n)’s seventh birthday, though she looked as if she was almost twnety. After spending the day with her parents, she couldn’t help but have a thought in the back of her head she couldn’t quite shake. She hadn’t seen Harry all day, and it was very unlike him to not see her at least once, let alone not say happy birthday to her or not answer her calls or texts.

“Dad, have you heard from Harry today?” (y/n) asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Niall frowned. “Maybe he’s super busy today?”

(Y/n) sighed. “He’s never been too busy for me. This isn’t like him. He hasn’t even said happy birthday.”

Liz looked at Niall in confusion.

“This is very unlike him,” She whispered. “Do you know something you’re not telling me?”

Niall looked away, making himself busy as if not to show Liz the guilty look on his face. “No, love, I have no idea what’s going on with him.”

Liz rolled her eyes, knowing Niall’s usual tricks. He could never lie to her face.
“Do you want to break your daughter’s heart and ruin her birthday?” Liz questioned.

“Of course not,” Niall said defensively.

“Then fix this,” Liz insisted, before walking away.

“I’m going into the woods to look for him,” (y/n) said, determined.

Niall looked at her in shock. “Are you crazy? You’re not going alone, you have no idea who could be out there.”

“I can handle myself, Dad.” (y/n) stood up. “I am part vampire, after all.”
And with that she walked out.

Niall sighed, getting his phone and calling Harry. On the third try, he finally answered, and Niall told him of his daughter’s plans. Harry reluctantly agreed to go find her, and their conversation ended there.

(Y/n) ran to where she and Harry usually met to hunt, looking around to see if she could tell if he had been there recently. But when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she knew he wasn’t far. When he walked up to her, she hit his arm.

“Ow!” He yelled, holding his bicep. “What was that for?”

“For ignoring me all day!” (y/n) said. “If you were busy, the least you could’ve done was called. But you’ve never been too busy for me, so why has that changed all of a sudden?”

Harry looked around, avoiding her gaze. “I’m sorry, love, I–”

“Don’t call me that,” She spat. “If you loved me, or cared at all, you would’ve have shown it by now.”

“Is it too late to say happy birthday?” He tried, a goofy grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it is.”

His smile fell, and he sighed. “Look, (y/n), there’s certain things I can’t tell you. Like why I haven’t spoken to you all day, or why I’m distancing myself. I wish I could tell you, but I just can’t.”

She laughed sadly. “Wow, you really don’t care.”

“I do so,” He looked at her.

“Then prove it!” She raised her voice. “Tell me what I did that made you not want to be around me anymore. Because I’ve been wracking my brain all day trying to figure it out.”

“(Y/n), it’s not like that–”

“Oh don’t try that bullshit on me,” She interrupted. “You know, I thought things were different. But I guess not…”

“They are!” Harry continued. “If I could tell you, would. I promise.”

“I don’t think you realize how much I care, or how much you mean to me.” She accused. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. And I know how crazy that sounds, but I’ve always thought that when i got older you felt the same. But I guess I was wrong.”

She went to walk away, but Harry grabbed her wrist. She turned to face him, tears rolling down her face.

“I’m in love with you too, (y/n).” Harry admitted.

“Then why did you leave me without any kind of explanation?” She questioned.

He exhaled, leaning his forehead onto hers. “When you were little, your father and I had an agreement. The only way we could stay friends and I could stay by your side and protect you was if I swore to him I would never be in a relationship with you. So, in order to keep my word, I distanced myself from you. I had to leave you, I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer and he was starting to notice. I’m so sorry, love.”

(Y/n) grabbed Harry’s face and brought their lips together, kissing him like she had always wished she could. He kissed back, happy that his feelings were finally known and that she felt the same. He didn’t care about how pissed Niall and Liz would be. His only care in the world was that he and (y/n) were together, and we wasn’t going to let anyone tear them apart for as long as he lived.

if you have any other imagine ideas, feel free to request them, requests are always open x

send me a number from this list and a boy from 1d or 5sos

The Beast Of Brooklyn Part Two (mobster tony stark x reader)

Summary: You work for Tony Stark at his strip club. He’s terrible to you, abusing you every chance he gets. What happens when the King of Brooklyn comes to your rescue though? What happens when an unexpected surprise comes along?

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use

Word Count: 2.1k

The Beast of Brooklyn Masterlist

Over two hours later, Steve had stepped out of the loud and boisterous strip club and into the bright and sunny day, feeling aggravated and stubborn beyond belief.  He knew Stark was a misogynist. But to witness him treating a worker like filth in front of him? That was a low blow.

“Aye,” Bucky greeted as he stood up from leaning on the car. “What’s got you so sour?”

“Fuckin’ Stark!” He grimaced, walking around the car to take a seat behind the wheel before driving away back to his house.

“What’d he do? Deny the deal?” Bucky asked as they arrived in front of the place and pulled into the garage.

“No,” he sighed, peering at the large building before pulling onto the street. “You saw how he was talking to that poor girl in there, Buck.”

“I did, Steve. But it’s not our place, nor our territory to do a damned thing about any of it.” He explained before shaking his head. “Oh, no. Steve, no. Don’t you dare.”

“What?” Steve asked, smiling as innocently as a misbehaved child.

Keep reading

shadow of your heart

a sequel to [falling star]

“Quit that incessant pacing girl. The delegation won’t get here any faster with you paving a path in the carpet,” Tsunade says, smile belying her words.

Sakura pauses, looks around, and flushes, ducking her head. “Sorry shishou,” she says quietly, unable to keep from curling her toes with worry. “It’s just…we haven’t seen each other in years.”

“You exchange letters every week, oftentimes on a daily basis,” Tsunade says, standing from her desk and pulling her anxious student into a warm embrace. “You know each other just fine.”

“But, but—”

Keep reading

Art Block [Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, FierroChase]

In the dead of the night, Magnus hears a ruckus in Alex’s room, and goes to investigate. But only because he wants her to shut up so he can sleep. Totally not because he wants to see her. Nope. Oneshot.

Words: 3023
Genre: Romance/ Humour
Ship(s): FierroChase (Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro)

It wasn’t like I wanted to knock on Alex’s door. Nope. Totally not that.

Look, when it’s three in the morning, you can hardly sleep anyway, and you can hear the raucous sounds of smashing down the hallway of your hotel room, then you do kind of get the urge to slip out of bed in your pyjamas to investigate.

So that’s exactly what I did. But not because I wanted to see Alex.

The knock rang out against the quiet walls of the nineteenth floor. I was surprised none of my other hallmates had woken from the noises. TJ should be out here, grumbling like someone’s broken an important peace treaty. Halfborn Gunderson would jump into a vigilant stance, wielding his axe, whereas Mallory Keen would literally kick her door down with the brute force of her shins, swearing in Gaelic. Glad I don’t know Gaelic.

But today, it was soft. The corridor was dark, but there was a tiny bar of light crawling across the floor from the gap under Alex’s door.

The knock caused Alex to go dead quiet (hah. Get it? Dead? … No? Okay…), before she opened the door.

Also in the Hotel Valhalla issued pyjamas, the green silk embroidered with the HV initials, Alex’s hair was a mess. It shadowed her eyes, one turning a darker brown, the other a swirling amber. The brightness that flooded from her room to the corridor was harsh enough to make me squint, but even so, it was a warm, nightly, orange glow, as if she’d only lit candles.

I spied her hands, too. They were caked in dust, and droplets of water dripped from her fingernails. She ran a hand through her hair, apparently absent to the fact that her head now looked like a lawn with a light dusting of snow.

“Magnus,” she grumbled. “What do you want?”

Keep reading

[ AO3 ]

Fandom: ASoIaF / Game of Thrones

Word Count: 3,575

Chapter: 1/?

Summary:  AU in which Theon returns to Robb instead of attacking Winterfell. Things don’t go much better for him.

Apparently Northerners didn’t learn to not kill the messenger– especially when Theon himself was taken as ward for a situation just like this. When Robb refuses to behead Theon for his father’s betrayal, nobody is pleased. As the men march back North to fight off the assaulting Ironborn, Theon finds himself stuck with guard duty of perhaps the only man hated more by the Northerners than himself–- Jaime Lannister.

“Theon betrayed the Starks! He should’ve gone back to Robb and fought against the Ironborn what a traitor!!!" 

…to all those who said this, I offer this fic. What I imagine would happen if Theon were to disregard his father’s choice, and instead return to the Stark host with news that the Greyjoys are in open rebellion and plan to attack the North while the Starks proceed south to King’s Landing. I also wanted an excuse to write a full interaction between two of my favourite characters, Theon and Jaime.

“The isles will only remember me as Theon Turncloak. Every commoner will learn to curse the very mention of my name.”
“Aye, they may. But it is your father who has broken his treaty. He is the traitor, not you.”
“I’ll still be son of a traitor, then.” And who would trust a man who turned on his own father?

I was arrested on Oct. 10, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, a holiday where America is meant to celebrate the indigenous people of North America.

I was in North Dakota, standing in solidarity, side-by-side with a group of over 200 water protectors, people who are fighting the Dakota Access Pipeline.

People who carry a rainbow of colors on their skin. People who gathered together because they realize that if we don’t begin taking genuine steps to protect our precious resources—our soil, our water, our essential elements—we will not have a healthy or thriving planet to pass on to future generations.

I was in North Dakota, standing side by side with Native Americans.

You know, those who were here before us.

Well, guess what, America? They’re still here.

And they are still fighting the good fight. A fight that serves each and every one of us.

They are still putting their lives on the line to protect the roots that feed our existence.

And, guess what else, dear America? They are still being ignored.
We are still throwing them in jail.
We are still silencing their dedication to protect us from the planetary consequences that will catastrophically bleed from our ignorance.

We wear their heritage, their sacred totems, as decoration and in fashion trends, failing to honor their culture. Headdresses, feathers, arrows. Moccasins, sage, beadwork. You know what I’m talking about, Coachella. Walking around the flea market this weekend, I can’t even tell you how many native references I saw being used in a way that feeds our western narrative.

We buy plastic teepees from Toys-R-Us and set them up in our living rooms for children to play in.

We grow up romanticizing native culture, native art, native history… without knowing native reality.
Somehow, we’ve allowed 200-plus years to go by without questioning the western truth we have been told to believe about Native Americans.

And now, in 2016, in the day and age of exciting technology, which empowers revolution and curiosity, we are still blindly (or maybe not) allowing 200 years of unjust history to continue.

We are allowing Native American voices to be swallowed by the white noise of distraction.

Doesn’t this sadden you, America?

When we talk about marginalized communities in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

When we talk about sex trafficking in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

And when we talk about governmental integrity, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

Treaties are broken. Land is stolen. Dams are built. Reservations are flooded. People are displaced.

Yet we fail to notice. We fail to acknowledge. We fail to act.

So much so that it took me, a white non-native woman being arrested on Oct 10th in North Dakota, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, to bring this cause to many people’s attention. And to the forefront of news publications around the world.

The day I was detained, 26 others had to dress in orange as well, as they were booked into the Morton County jail. Did you hear about them?

Twenty-six men and women who put their livelihoods on the line, to protect their children, your children and my future children.

Twenty-six men and women who realize that millions of people depend on the Missouri River for drinking water.


And, you guessed it, you may be one of them. Did that catch your attention?

When the Dakota Access Pipeline breaks (and we know that too many pipelines do), millions of people will have crude-oil-contaminated water. I know it is easy to be apathetic or detached from the reality that fossil fuel contamination could actually affect you and the ones you love… But hear me loud and clear: If you are a human who requires water to survive, then this issue directly involves you. Don’t let the automatic sink faucets in your homes fool you—that water comes from somewhere, and the second its source is contaminated, so is your bathtub, and your sink, and your drinking liquid. We must not take for granted the severity of this truth.

Listen up, America:

The reason we were freezing our a—es off on Oct. 10 in peaceful protest was because the night before (mind you, right after the presidential debate and on the eve of Indigenous Peoples’ Day—coincidence?) the U.S. Court of Appeals denied an injunction to halt construction of the pipeline. As in: They began building once again.

Whatever your cause is. Whatever your passion is. Whatever you care about most… none of your efforts or hard-earned opinions will matter when the planet and the people you’re fighting for have nothing left to show for it.

The Dakota Access Pipeline, my friends, is not another time to ignore, mistreat and turn a blind eye to Native Americans. But it is time to guarantee the safety of Manhattan—despite the soon-to-be-fueled gas pipeline called AIM. (For all of you in the tri-state area, this is being built under a failing nuclear plant. Fukushima only happened five years ago. This plant is just about as far from Manhattan as the U.S. government told Americans to keep away from Fukushima to protect them from a worst-case scenario. Look it up and do something about it.) We have the technology for renewable energy, and it’s up to us to begin utilizing.

I appreciate all of you out there who supported me while I was arrested. I am humbled and grateful for your love, your prayers and your hashtags.

And what could it look like if we learned from this instance, where it took myself getting detained to raise awareness about Native Americans? What if we used it as a catalyst for a full societal shift in the way we start thinking and treating and learning from indigenous peoples? So that in the future, it doesn’t require a non-native celebrity to bring attention to the cause.

What if we took the hashtag #FreeShailene and made it #ProtectCleanWater, or #HonorNativeTreaties, or #IStandWithStandingRock?

What if we don’t let this stop trending on social media, at our dinner tables, in the streets? What if we wake up to the possibilities of noticing, of choosing and of acting on our awareness?

What if we take the time to understand the dynamics of what is at risk here?

Will you choose money, or will you choose children? Will you choose ignorance, or will you choose love? Will you choose blindness, or will you choose freedom?

I am not scared. I am not afraid. I am grateful, and I am amazed to be standing by the sides of so many peaceful warriors. Standing Rock “protests” are rooted in ceremony and in prayer. I’ve been there. And all these narratives about riots? Just watch my Facebook livestream and decide for yourself who looks more dangerous: police in riot gear with batons, or native grandmothers and children smudging sage and singing songs.

Thank you, to all the tribes who have gathered. To all the nations standing as one. To all the people who know that if not we, then who? And if not now, then when?

Simply feeding off the hype of a celebrity’s arrest ain’t going to save the world. But, standing together will. Please stand in solidarity with the Sioux people of Standing Rock Reservation to ensure that we still have rivers to swim in, springs to drink from and lakes to float on. Will you join us?

Mni wiconi. Water is life.

—  Shailene Woodley: The Truth About My Arrest
Regulation Standoff

I don’t even know what to title this monstrosity, to be perfectly honest (taking better suggestions). Born from a conversation about the similarities between Quinn and Elara Dorne with @quantummindclassicalheart​ and turned in this mess.

Exact line that inspired this: Actually, I’m just imagining a “standoff” in which each demands the other party’s surrender in accordance with their respective faction’s extensive regulations while the Trooper and SW facepalm in the background.

“Halt, in the name of the Republic!”

Yin sighed. The voice that rang out was confident, commanding, and she really didn’t want to deal with yet another overenthusiastic Republic soldier, not when she had already been forced to put up with Duke Kendoh’s arrogance and House Thul’s ridiculousness and General Organa’s stubbornness and everything else about the circumspect underhandedness of Alderaan.

“I said stop!” the man called again and she couldn’t hold back her audible groan, even as she reached for her lightsaber.

“The last time I checked, Alderaan was still neutral.” She smirked as she turned to face the voice, her eyebrow raising. “Do not tell me that your precious Republic has broken the Treaty of Coruscant and claimed the planet for your own, now.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see the corners of Quinn’s mouth twitch, the most approval she would get out of him, and took advantage of the sputtering silence of the soldier to examine them.

It was clear enough, even without knowledge of the Republic military, that she was dealing with an elite team; the confident expertise to which the dark-haired man readied his weapon and the calm expectation in his blond-haired companion, her blaster noticeably still holstered, already proved them to be markedly better than most of their peers. Yin couldn’t help but suspect that, should the man actually attack, it would be a relatively even match.

But strangely enough, the pair still hadn’t made any moves against them. She shifted slightly, shooting Quinn a warning look, before stepping closer.

“We appear to be at an impasse,” she said calmly, releasing her grip on her weapon. From behind her, Quinn made a noise of protest but she ignored it, focusing her gaze on the soldier.


The man mirrored her, slinging his blaster rifle back over his shoulder. For a heartbeat, he seemed to consider the situation, then grinned, a surprisingly boyish expression. “You know, Sith, you’re not too bad. I don’t suppose you’d consider defecting or surrendering or anything?”

She didn’t even have to look at Quinn to know that he was scowling. Before she could respond, the woman at his side spoke up, the hint of a frown pulling at her lips. “Sir,” and Yin couldn’t quite stop her eyebrow from raising at the clipped Dromund Kaas accent, “the protocol for surrendering from—”

The man turned, his smile growing. “Sergeant, do you honestly believe they would?”

“Even so, sir, by Regulation 375 section 47B—”

The brief look of dismay that crossed the soldier’s face was enough to make her lips twitch with sympathetic amusement. And as if her thoughts themselves summoned the words, Quinn stepped forward, eyes narrowed at both her expression and her uniform. “Actually, as you are probably aware, sergeant, Imperial regulations dictate that when dealing with members of the Republic Special Forces, and especially in the case of defectors, members of the Imperial military has—”

The woman’s face visibly darkened and Yin had to fight the sudden urge to reach for her lightsaber at the anger in her visage. “That being said, sir, Regulation 593 would justify using more coercive methods should they be unwilling to surrender quietly—”

When Quinn crossed his arms, a familiar expression of determination—one that was mirrored by the sergeant—on his face, she sighed, settling into a more comfortable position. She was familiar enough with his obstinacy to know that, should the two continue onward, they would likely be there for a while still.

The dark-haired lieutenant caught her gaze and, to her surprise, only smirked, rolling his eyes with familiar fond exasperation and planting his face in one long-fingered hand.

It wasn’t every day that she would sympathize with a ‘Pub, but in this case, she couldn’t agree more.

Bodies Under the Falls
Bodies Under the Falls

As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet,
You can hear their cries in the crashing water.
Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam.
The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest…
Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here.
A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls.
The water passes over stone, falling so far below.
Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam.
Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains,
treading beneath looming cliff.
The cool, still air permeating your skin.
The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome.
The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen.
The forest is haunted!

A lesson in friendship [FFXV – Prompto+Gladiolus+Ignis/Noctis]

What’s this?? Shiba actually wrote something?? O_O Careful guys! If that happened, we don’t know what else could!! lol
At first I wanted to wait for the game’s release and then write something, but… I’m not very patient, ha ha. This takes place right after the Kingsglaive movie, so major spoils if you haven’t watched it! Nothing spectacular ahead though, just some fluff, a few curses, care and brotherly love between the main charas :). Oh, and it’s ridiculously long too. Around 3100 words I think?
Anyway! Hope you’ll like it…! *bows deeply*

Keep reading

♛ HISTORY MEME ♛ [3/4] MOVEMENTS: American Indian Movement

The American Indian Movement (AIM) is a Native American advocacy group in the United States, founded in 1968 in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with an agenda that focuses on spirituality, leadership, and sovereignty. The founders included Dennis Banks, George Mitchell, Herb Powless, Clyde Bellecourt, Harold Goodsky, Eddie Benton-Banai, and a number of others in the Minneapolis Native American community. Russell Means, born Oglala Lakota, was an early leader in 1970s protests.

The organization was formed to address various issues concerning the Native American urban community in Minneapolis, including poverty, housing, treaty issues, and police harassment. From its beginnings in Minnesota, AIM soon attracted members from across the United States and Canada. It participated in the Rainbow Coalition organized by the civil rights activist Fred Hampton. Charles Deegan Sr. was involved with the AIM Patrol.

In October 1972, AIM gathered members from across the country to a protest in Washington, D.C. known as the “Trail of Broken Treaties”. AIM gained national attention when it seized the Bureau of Indian Affairs national headquarters and presented a 20-point list of demands to the federal government. In 1973, it led a 71-day armed standoff with federal forces at Wounded Knee, South Dakota, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.

In the decades since AIM’s founding, the group has led protests advocating indigenous American interests, inspired cultural renewal, monitored police activities, and coordinated employment programs in cities and in rural reservation communities across the United States. AIM has often supported indigenous interests outside the United States as well. By 1993, AIM had split into two main factions, with the AIM-Grand Governing Council based in Minneapolis and affirming its right to use the name and trademarks for affiliated chapters. The other faction is AIM-International Confederation of Autonomous Chapters, based in Denver. [x]

Demian DinéYazhi’
Untitled (For Anna Mae Aquash Pictou), 2013

– Printable poster 18"x 24" –

In the spirit of International Women’s Day, let us take a moment to honor the words and work of the late Mi'kmaq warrior Anna Mae Aquash Pictou, whose lifeline was shortened due to her brave and resilient spirit!

This poster was inspired by Anna Mae’s Aquash’s statement to the Court of South Dakota, made after her arrest and interrogation by the FBI regarding fellow activist Leonard Peltier, who was wanted tor the murder of two FBI agents. The FBI had arrested and interrogated Aquash a number of times throughout 1975, including one in which she was allegedly told she would not live out the year it she did not give up the information they wanted. Aquash claimed to have no information about Peltier. She was murdered in late 1975, and her body was discovered along a stretch of highway in South Dakota in February 1976.

About Anna Mae Aquash (March 27, 1945 – mid-December 1975):

Annie Mae Aquash (Mi'kmaq name Naguset Eask) was a Mi'kmaq activist from Nova Scotia, Canada, who became a member of the American Indian Movement, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, United States during the mid-1970s.

Aquash participated in the 1972 Trail of Broken Treaties and occupation of the Department of Interior headquarters in Washington, DC; the Wounded Knee Incident in 1973; and armed occupations in Canada and Wisconsin in following years. On February 24, 1976, her body was found on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota; she was initially determined to have died from exposure but was found to have been executed by gunshot. Aquash was thirty years old at the time of her death.